I awoke from the most violent dream. (I’m analysing it now).
But the gist, I am in a car park ….. I am not alone, but I do not know the person I’m with.
We walk to the vehicle, a boy, who bears a striking resemblance to Chris Brown, walks up to me, demands my wallet and bag. I hand them over, thinking it was over breathe a sigh of relief. He then produces a razor and slashes my face….
So, besides not wanting to be out in the madness of the day, I’m not leaving my house because of the violence of that dream. Yeah I know, kinda crazy, but……..
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